Eugene Aram, Book 3.

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ed walk, when Peter Dealtry sallied forth from The Spotted Dog, and hurried up t

himself shockingly confused on the head; and the maidservant Sally-her sister lived with me, a very good girl she was,-was locked up in the-the-the-I beg pardon, Miss-was locked up in the cupboard. As to the other house, they carried off all the plate. T

men shall dr

in wrath

lift my voi

while I

k to my uncle. I know we have a whole magazine of blunderbusses and guns at home: they may be useful now. But you are

een bay tree, for a space at least, and it is 'nation bad sport for us poor lambs till they be cut down and withered like grass. But your house, Mr.

s will have little to gain in my house, unless they are given to learned pursuits. It would be something new, Peter,

ey may be the more savag

m impatiently; "meanwhile we may meet you aga

et valley, at the end of which the Student's house was situated, and which was now more than ever Madeline's favourite walk, "do, dearest Eugene, come up t

er, may be the true origin of this terrible tale. Nay, love, nay, do not look thus reproachfully; it will be time enough for us when we have sifted the grounds of alarm to take our precautions; meanwhile, do not blame me if in your presence I cannot admit fear. Oh Madeline, dear, dear Madeline, could you know, could you dream, how dif

e-yet-" "Yet wh

reak away from me; when you mutter to yourself feelings in which I have no share, an

am quickly; "what! yo

said Madeline, with an ear

dence of thought, which allows no watch, and forbids account of itself to any one. Leave it to time and your love to win their inevitable way. Ask not too much from me now. And mark

I will grant you so complete a monopoly of thought;

request on which my very love for you depends. From the depths

crutable gaze of her strange lover, she broke off in a sudden fear, which she cou

ch his look had involuntarily stricken into her mind. And as they now wound along the most lonely part of that wild valley, his arm twined round her waist, and his low but silver voice pouring magic into the very air she breathed-she felt perhaps a more entire and unruffled sentiment of present

low loves of the distant world? We can have no petty object, no vain allurement to distract the unity of our affection

r, because the solitude itself to which they fled, palls upon and oppresses them. But to me, the freedom which low minds call obscurity, is the aliment of life; I do not enter the temples of Nature as the stranger, but the priest: nothing can ever tire me of the lone and august altars, on which I sacrificed my youth: and now, what Nature, what Wisdom once were to me-no, no, more, immeasurably more than these, you are! Oh, Madeline! methinks there

rm. Amazed, and roused from his enthusiasm, he looked up, and on seeing the cau

of their path, quite motionless, and looking on the pair with a sarcastic smile, stood th

beat with a loud, a fearful force beneath the breast to which she clung. But his was not the nature any earthly dread cou

he stranger; and as he spoke, he to

Student, in a calm voice; "

, if it so

Aram softly, and disengaging hims

ner seemed violent and agitated; but she could not hear the words of either; nor did the conference last above a mi

y, "is that fearful man

his n

e army-he was in early life a soldier, and had been disbanded-entered into business, and failed; in short, he has partaken of those vicissitudes inseparable from the life of one driven to seek the world. When he travelled this road some mon

your friend, he must be inoffensive-I have done him wrong. And does he want money? I have

t require your contribution; I can easily spare him enou

d he leave

him to visit me at

ou will not sup

his night,

d at the Manor-house, and Aram at the garden gate took leave of her for the night, and hastened backward towards his home. Madeline, after watching his form through the deepening shado